Rims where bulbs were, light were motors were, stairs were people were.
One of the few windows that escaped steel plating the last time the hospital was sealed tight to let nature roam within.
One of the staircases that connected the lab, the plant, and the offices.
From the summer a bunch of Australians visited Minnesota.
It’s a small world… look at it.
A natural stone floor in Brewery Creek’s upper path has been worn smooth.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
Watching the sun set behind downtown Detroit is my favorite memory from the building.
One leg of the headframe meets the hoist house. Two cranes are rusted in place.